Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
MDC,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.